Lyrics
Funny thing about the boss — he never bleeds.
Clock on the wall owns my spine Eight hours gone for half a life He says “family,” shakes my hand Then cuts my pay like it’s not mine
He talks numbers, talks “we” Says “tight times,” buys a new ride I break my back, keep shit alive He breaks promises, sleeps fine
I do the work He takes the win
The boss don’t bleed When the cuts come down He don’t feel the weight When the lights go out
The boss don’t bleed When the floor falls through I pay in years He pays in you
They say “be grateful,” “hold your place” Said by mouths that never ache They call it “grind,” call it “growth” I call it stolen fuckin’ days
Overtime’s a quiet threat Smile or don’t come back again They sell fear like it’s a perk Then ask why nobody’s friends
I don’t hate work I hate this
The boss don’t bleed When the pressure hits He don’t lose sleep He don’t feel shit
The boss don’t bleed When I’m burned out cold He trades my time For a line of gold
I ain’t lazy I ain’t dumb I just see How this is run
They call it fair They call it clean Funny how They never bleed
The boss don’t bleed But I sure do Every scar’s a fuckin’ receipt For what I gave and never got through
The boss don’t bleed He just replaces Another back Another face
Yeah. Clock’s still runnin’.
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Hard Blues / Dark Country / Industrial Americana edge. Slow, grinding
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